It's pre-7 AM, and these duck backs in the distance abound in the waters of Strowdwater Crossing this morning. Walking on this frozen sea grass in the foreground reminds me of coming into the dining room on Stevens Avenue and heading straight for that big, gray iron radiator. It stood chest-high to this youngster and gave my hands, that were ice cold and beet red, comfort. I was one hurting puppy. The heat generated would give my hands relief, but it always took 5 minutes or so of painful rubbing. I never thought of putting them in a sink of warm water. That's how I do it these days. See, I'm paying for all my youthful digressions. I never get away with anything. I always get caught. I'd make a poor criminal!
Off to Merry Madness in the city tonight. It's all about celebrating with friends and shopping in the Old Port. I can do this! I hope it snows a bit.